SMOTHERED IN PEANUT BUTTER
On September 24, 2013
by MICHAEL V
Blue sky and light hands, soft
Like a blanket from the countryside
Her dress is sizzling like the desert sun
Red as roses
Smells like a meadow of daisies and thunderstorms
Smiling mysteriously
Is the cycle of life
And the city brightens as the sun goes down
On our night out
Black sky rises with soft hands
And stars fall like water from our eyes
Eyelashes as long as Monday on ISTEP
Thoughts running through your pulsing
Mind and feeling free and happy
As a dog on a field filled
With a hidden bone
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WHO WE ARE
Exclusive Ink is Shortridge High School's dynamic creative writing group. This is the place for our work to glow.WHAT WE DO
We write poems, short stories, essays, and whatever us inspires us. We share our work aloud and support each other.WHY WE WRITE
Because it's freedom. Because it's fun.